Staying in has its benefits and can be fun. One can’t be a socialite always and keep up the appearance of happy and cool.

However, if one has stayed in for a while it can become rather routine so going out for an evening can become a chore or a too much effort thing.

Well, I am pleased to say that I did venture out last night. I didn’t drown, die or get mugged. It was fun; yes fun.

No really it was a laugh and funny.

Its quite brilliant going out occasionally as things don’t get stuck in a routine or become taken for granted. Seeing old friends and meeting new faces is like having brand new adventures. Hearing live music and watching others enjoy themselves lifts the spirit and makes one feel, well human, I guess.

The only downside is that time goes so quickly and the evening turns into night in the blink of an eye or the draining of a pint. “I only had a couple, honest guv”. “yeah right mate, how many?” “Ok a few more than that”.

And strangely enough the beer always tastes that little bit better in the pub that it does at home but the glasses seem smaller or at least the liquid inside disappears at a far speedier rate. Maybe its evaporation; yes thats it.

So I raise my morning tea mug to toast a well earned and good night out with new and old friends where no-one was fatally harmed in the production of fun and even the entertainer had a good time and a thirst quenching pint.

The dog was happy too.

So was my bed to finally have me back in its company. Lay down my friend, snore, sleep and be comfy.

I don’t recall any more………